Chapitre 816: Buying Cherries

"A good person will have a safe life," the old man said emotionally. "I'll wrap these up for you. My wife sells them for 20 dollars for a catty in the morning market. If you buy so much, I'll sell them to you for 13 dollars for a catty."

"There's no need, Uncle. I'll pay you 20 dollars for a catty." Sharon looked at the old man in front of her who almost had no teeth and felt inexplicably sad. If she bought these cherries back, the old man wouldn't return home empty-handed today.

"No, no, I'll sell it to you for 13 dollars for a catty. These are three catties. You can just pay me 39 dollars," the old man said firmly.

"Did you grow these cherries yourself?" Sharon looked at the agate-like cherries in the bag and chatted with the old man.

"That's right. They were all planted by our family." The old man smiled.

There was a WeChat payment code in the old man's vegetable basket. His son or daughter must have helped him print it out.